Genius Michaelangelo Mozart
at the beck and call of mega rich patrons
privilege wealth painting your pride visions
to heights of Sistine Chapel David sculptures
our sight visions we are not time free to paint
our half dreams half truths become ultimate truths
altar where wealth coverts possesses genius
we gift love compassion nobility birthright feelings
this world toys with covert passion visions
artists catalogued buy sell exchange brochures
Mozart gifted music divine to sooth masses
Mozart body discarded into mass grave paupers
our heart beats stripped bare leaf brown ash on winds
sealed in wooden coffin at 35 countless are melodies
unwritten buried in plot with corpse four or five others
a plight poor wooden marker to identify group graves
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Giving Is Not About Wealth Money
giving is not about wealth money
even the rich may give to charity
point zero zero percent popularity
$10,000 dollars a plate
$100,000 dollars a plate
give at gala privilege date
company charity legal loop tax break
tax profit right off refund fiddle book snack
celebrity dinner smartest rogue rat pack
profiteers
need more money for accumulative wealth
corporation prepares
to slice your employment benefits health
live in mansions
palaces give Hati sympathy not money stealth
the very very poor
will die but not at your luxury door
mega rich miser hoards riches indifferently making more
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
A Little Night Music soothes savage heart
Miracle Artist gave us beautiful music died in poverty stage depart
the world gave Mozart a common begger's grave
his bones mass buried his music important legacy save
giving is difference making caring filling empty tummy slave
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Book Of Visions
Visions, bare th' naked scope of futures life's measure
Stimulates th' rhapsody......wrapped in loves' pleasure
Magazine-like images draw shades of prismed colours
Inspiring th' Mind's-Eye sensories....to draft its covers
Visions, cast a shadow on th' plight of dreams to come
As well as crosses dealt to us fr'm black eastern drums
Out-of Body premonitions.........strike inspired chord's
Aspiring thos' with Faith to crack th' deadlocked doors
Visions, book th' voyage.....to our destinies last chapter
Strange abberation images.......of Life beyond hereafter
Artly smoke-hazed matchstickmen, odd misconception
Channeled from Dreams energies, this ruse perception
Visions, are the bloodline of our Spirits living foresight
Capped in a mortal shell of human God-blessed insight
Stroking on th' threads of heart beats pulse n' rhythm
Casting virtued credence 'pon..........Visions catechism
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..
speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
Turn To Gold
SHINE!
I don't know why
all the fiction of your sleeping
doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how to get your storybook sunrise
to follow you above your cloudy day
all these gifts you left on you
with heaven painted on you
i wish this now with all my soul
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
terrified the world will never turn to look at you
and the sun won't see you shine
she'll resign for rose cooked blush just from your smiling
let the water form a cry
only better luck should greet you
the road should rise to meet you
i wish this now with all i know
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
loose inside your winter
feel the cold wind blowing
cutting through your head and through your ears
feel the fire growing
no more frozen danger
no more wrteched ice storm fear
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
song performed by by Audioslave
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Eye sea visions
Eye sea visions
Turning into shadow
Disappearing with the dark nights,
Eye sea visions
Walking in my dreams
Pushing to join realities
Then eye fold my hands and wait.
Eye sea visions
Smiling in the face of the moon,
Smelling like flowers of the Seasons
Whispering a psalmist eulogy
Then, eye close my eyes and anticipate!
Eye sea visions
And eye feel irritated, as eye begin
To lament deceptions,
Intuition envelops me… as
Eye wonder the genuineness of this
Visions eye see.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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The Day Of Dead Soldiers
WELCOME, thou gray and fragrant Sabbath-day,
To deathless love and valor dedicate!
Glorious with the richest flowers of May,
With early roses, lingering lilacs late,
With vivid green of grass and leaf and spray,
Thou bringest memories that far outweigh
The season's joy with thoughts of death and fate.
What words may paint the picture on the air
Of this broad land to-day from sea to sea?
The rolling prairies, purple valleys rare,
And royal mountains, endless rivers free,
Filled full with phantoms flitting everywhere,
Pale ghosts of buried armies, slowly there
From countless graves uprising silently.
A calm, grave day,—the sunlight does not shine
But thin, gray clouds bedrape the sky o'erhead.
The delicate air is filled with spirits fine,
The temperate breezes whisper of the dead.
What visions and what memories divine,
O holy Sabbath flower-day, are thine,
Painted in light against a field of red!
Behold the fairest spots in all the land,
To-day in this mid-season of fresh flowers,
Are heroes' graves, —by many a tender hand
Sprinkled With odorous, radiant-colored showers;
By mild, moist breezes delicately fanned,
Sending o'er distant towns their perfumes bland,
Loading with sweet aroma sunless hours.
Who knows what tremulous, dusky hands set free,
Deck quaintly with gay flowers the graves unknown?
What wealth of bloom is shed exuberantly,
On the far grave in Illinois alone,
Where the last hero, sleeping peacefully,
Beyond detraction and mistrust, doth lie,
By the glad winds of prairies overblown?
With hymns and prayer be this day sanctified,
And consecrate to heroes' memories;
Not with wild, violent grief for those who died,
O wives and mothers, but with patience wise,
Calm resignation, and a thankful pride,
That they have left their land a fame so wide,
So rich a page of thrilling histories.
poem by Emma Lazarus
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Visions
Prove to me, what I see
What I hear, my God
Prove to me, what I see
What I hear, my God
Take my pride, capture my flesh
Take my flesh, capture my pride
Take my pride, capture my flesh
Take my flesh, capture my pride
With the righteous wisdom
Spiritual insight
Check the knowledge
And it shall come to pass
Afterword
That I will pour out my spirit on all flesh
And your sons and your daughters shall prophesied
Your old men shall dream dreams
And your young men shall see visions
Jesus Christ is what I see
Jesus Christ is what I see
Jesus Christ is what I see
Jesus Christ is what I see
Prove to me, who I see
Who I hear, my God
Prove to me, who I see
Who I hear, my God
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Half-Truths
Those half-truths told have one intention,
To entertain the ones known...
Who will feed on those half-truths,
To create a reality of their own.
Only to eventually oppose that which is real,
With a confronting of it as unbelievable.
And disbelief has been shown,
To be an unavoidable opponent.
'Do you promise to tell half-truths?
A hint of them?
Or none at all?
And be specific.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There she stands
There she stands in the fog of a bridge.
Her curves outlined and showered by an indigo moon.
Her face alluring, her hazel eyes cheerless,
That I wonder what bitter sweet secrets lay on the tip of her lip.
What may my love weaved of wind do,
May it speak of my feelings for such a striking stranger?
But alas I too am a stranger whose lesser and mysterious appeals,
Are like the fog that surrounds her.
Visions of my shapeless lips are kissing her lips,
Visions of her laughter are riding on the wind that is me.
And visions of eternal bliss with bitter sweet arguments,
Allows me to muster courage,
That could take a raging sea or an erupting volcano.
But alas my heart to is a shapeless thing,
That my feelings for her are left floating in the air,
Never being able to sooth her pain or quench my curiosity.
poem by GuyAdler Dorelien
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Amadeus Mozart, con.k-365
What they adore
Is his genius
His music
Soaring to the heavens
Without so much
Effort
Effortlessly magnificent
Amadeus Mozart
And his music
Tossing me
From sea cap to sea cap
In my sea dreams
Piano notes ruffling
Like the windy beach
Waffling to the shore
Piano notes
Trickling
On my window pane
Like a soft rain
Playful
To the vines
On my window pane
What they adore
Is his genius
Soaring to the heavens
I envy him
Amadeus Mozart
His music grows like a river forever flowing
I do not mind if in there I drown
And die with a single note
He died in the sea drinking all the salty notes
Of Amadeus Mozart
Dehydration in the most musical fashion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blessings Of Prophets Intended Rejected
Dream visions
receding not birthed into life
within this wall.
Dream visions
images messages blessings miracles
not realized in this world.
Dream visions
God’s blessings upon people all nations
sin cursed not confirmed.
Dream visions
from source to mind to scribe to word
world indifferent withheld denied denial.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Many Visions
To drink my own urine and,
To languish in the dreams of my cells;
For i don't need an Oscar Award to identify myself.
I am a man of many visions and,
I am moving across the planet called Earth;
For i ma so much inspired by the higher realms!
I do float with my mind to and fro through the air,
And they are like the days of my life among the refugees;
But of intergrity and the love of my visions.
Illusions!
Of the life around me to enjoy at times;
So don't close your eyes on me.
Don't even ask me why i still love you,
For we all came out of two people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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That Music Extraordinaire, Mozart
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Who from his tender days, played with desire
Musical from the bottom of his heart.
Sweet notes from his music he did impart
That captivated audience to admire
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Whose tones can set an emotion to start
With a charm to have their hearts raised on fire
Musical from the bottom of his heart.
With pleasant pace from his great style of art
Is such that shows he was such a live wire,
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Whose harmony when heard is nice and smart
Can cheerfully raise hearts to go much higher
Musical from the bottom of his heart.
Joy occurs from such wonders that does chart
In tremendous ways that truly inspire.
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Musical from the bottom of his heart.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays to the devil.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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If I Could Ask Any Gift From God?
If I could ask any gift from God
after decades of life lived learning
I would not ask for wealth riches
that could steal time luxury living
care of fame fortune
power pride decisions
at cost of empathy generosity
humility acquiring
I would ask for courage
heart strength visions
to be my greatest potentiality
slave God serving
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Visions
( on the limited edition only )
Accepting new ideas is hard
Holding on to the past
Its too easy cant you see
Weve got to move on
Our world is constantly speeding
The stars are still intriguing
The tears in our eyes
Feed happiness for the next miles
These visions make us desperate
Give us hope
The end is always the start of a
New episode
Feel free to interact with the plot
The choice can really mean a lot
Just try to translate this secret code
These prophecies are frightening
Evoke artificial lightning
Watch out cause it can strike you
The remedy is inside you
These visions make us desperate
Give us hope
The end is always the start of a
New episode feel free to interact with the plot
The choice can really mean a lot
Just try to translate this secret code
These visions make us desperate
Give us hope
The end is always the start of a
New episode
Feel free to interact with the plot
Your choice can really mean a lot
Just try to
Just try to
Just try to translate this
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Longing To Express Feelings
Three of us at work have the same
Astrogenetic sign, conceived in the
same time period, all three have to
be stuffed full of medication in order
to make it in a routine world of duty
without time for dreams and visions
One publishes without marketing so
his books don't sell, then Madame
Pompadour can only work when
held in a soundproof cell, the third,
me, can only sit still when heavily
dosed to stop flow of adrenaline
To stop the surge of feelings within,
all three bound to live in world made
for Capricorns- focused, determined
Virgos- calm and analytical, lovely
Librans weighing pros and cons
Scorpios organised and strong
While we three, genetically marked
by the electromagnetic radiation of
the Gemini-Cancer configuration -
longing to express feelings - must
translate scientific lines - starved,
caged, ear-phoned and drugged
To do our cold work - we should
not be cooped up with the music
in our soul wasted on research of
scientific terms instead of writing
mesmerising lines - I visualise a
wonderful new world in which
We shall be free to officially weave
dreams and feelings to enrich the
lives of the realistic signs and help
Pisceans and Aquarians to refine
their visions; use the enthusiasm
of Aries, Leo and Sagittarius
To accomplish wonderful ideals -
towing languid Taurus along to a
wonderful new world of comfort
in inner peace…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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